Chips 'N Chickens

This evening we hosted one of our potlucks.  I love potlucks: nothing says "Please Come To A Party!" like "Please Come To A Party, And -- Hey! -- Why Don't You Bring Your Own Dinner?"

Bee and I have started taking bets on two things whenever we host one of these:


#1) How many minutes before the potluck's scheduled start will it be before the hail/lightening/snow stops
and
#2) How many people will bring chips

The second one is the really fun one, because then we can blame the other partner if more of their friends brought chips. 

Note to all of you potluck guests out there: your host may smile and thank you profusely for bringing another bag of tortilla chips.  They may even say, "Thank God!  We only had twenty bags of these!  Now we don't have to worry about running out!!"  But what they're really wondering is why they spent all day cleaning their house and cooking up a pot roast for people who are just going to throw down a couple of bags of dehydrated potatoes. 

Oh, and if you're a habitual chip-bringer, and you wonder why your friends haven't hosted any potlucks lately, it's because THEY HAVE.

We had a fun little ice-breaker at tonight's party, in the form of a 'Name That Chicken' game.  Our four family members have each named a chicken (Drumstick, Calamity Jane, Chewy Bac-Bac, and Sassa), leaving two nameless ladies.  So everyone at the potluck was allowed to nominate names, then we all voted.  The winners were 'Dixie (Chick)' and 'Princess Lea'.

Keep in mind that I'd been hounding Bee and S.B. for weeks to come up with a name for a chicken.  Just one name.  Both finally did.  But now that (with their agreement) other people have named the final two chickens, Bee and S.B. have suddenly decided that the last two names should be 'Walter' and 'Ozzie'.

I only hope those big stupid birds aren't capable of an identity crisis.